This is a song about "Pop and rock"

With the hammer and a rock

Murdered every bod from my squad

We rock? crack rocks and slap box

Fuckin' up my gold pots

Pop toasters and they live with they moms

Heard the sound of several gun shots

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

I rock cool clothes and the dopest sweater,

The pop rock cos you ain't good enough for hip hop

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

Nickelodeon. pop and locking, hiding opium

So while you worry about the hoes

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows